Shame

Where does it "attach"? Who put it there? Is it a mask that was given or one I've taken?

Shame

An introverted landscape with no outward path available. Another loop in our reality for someone on the pedestal of calamity.

Personal, so personal. Carving of the self amid vacant shells of imagination. Nothing full, nothing JUST, everything available to spoil.

A pillar you might think is on mass however, zoomed in towards the individual.

Is it ours or someone else’s?

Where does the arrow point?

Is there an easy escape?

No!

It’s introspective.

It’s contemplative.

It’s self-draining, narrowing reclusiveness.

Outbound is the way, yet the road is slayed.

It’s slayed before you….slayed after you….and slayed around you.

Nothing escapes.

A recursive thought. Plaguing what you have brought or what you’d bring.

A stop sign until you sing.

A window you can’t see that you can swing.

A face so narrow, so focused…

...may the bell ring.

And ring and ring and ring again.

Until it cannot anymore.

Until you fall asleep and remember yourself as more.

Wake up to a new day, a new start.

Only to find…

...Shame unto you, but the YOU that’s only a part.

An insignificant chasm among the eyes unto THIS you.

An ego, self inflicting to anything new.

“Let go” is what I advise, for in your full time

If 80 years your soul will chew

Then 80 years, your land renews.

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We’re all gone in the end
Nothing to worry about or send
No self-doubt to append
I...like you, with hindsight available
Hope to peak around the “bend”.